Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

unfamiliar about that face was the lack of blood and the wide, joyful smile.
Lyndon. And Cassius.
Adrian stared, his heart racing. Part of him had longed to see Lyndon again, just once. Just to know for certain that he was happy.
I guess I got my wish.
The push against Adrian’s mind intensified. Instinctively, he allowed his shields to drop. Lyndon’s energy flowed into him, and he let out a tiny gasp.
Greg sat up. “Adrian? You okay?”
Adrian couldn’t answer. He nodded.
Lyndon’s lips moved. Thank you. The words echoed in Adrian’s head. He smiled, his heart full.
Realization dawned in Greg’s eyes. Weaving his fingers through Adrian’s, he glanced toward the spot where Lyndon and Cassius stood. “Adrian? What do you see?”
Adrian pressed a soft kiss to Greg’s lips as Lyndon and Cassius faded into the sunshine. “Just a couple of old friends.”

Author Note
    Hello, readers. Ally here, with some quick notes to give credit to a couple of poets whose works I’ve referenced in Love, Like Ghosts. In the scene where Adrian and Greg are walking down Franklin Street, headed for Pita Pit (a real place, by the way, with great pitas) and Adrian is thinking to himself how uncomfortable he is with PDA, the line “I have known the eyes already, known them all” goes through his head. That line is from the poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot, © copyright 1995 The Oxford Companion to American Literature. Many of you might already be familiar with that one thanks to English Lit classes in college. If not, Google it and read it, it is awesome !
    In the epilogue, the last stanza of a poem is read at Lyndon’s memorial service. That poem is “Black Marigolds”, by E. Powys Mathers, © copyright renewed 2004 Margaret Gibson and Lucy L. Painter for the estate of E. Powys Mathers. I guess this one’s not quite as famous as old Prufrock, but it’s a beautiful, amazing work. Definitely look it up and read it in its entirety.
    One other thing I’d like to mention, because I always get questions about it. If you ever read a scene in this book—or any of my books, actually—and think to yourself, “Hm, would the moon really be out that early?” or other such moon-related questions, the answer is “yes”. I refer you to my favorite website on the whole entire internet, the U.S. Naval Oceanography portal’s site for complete sun and moon data for any one day anywhere in the world:
http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/RS_OneDay.php
     
Yes, I’m a dork.

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Can art imitate death? Oh no, girlfriend. Don’t even go there…

Hemovore
© 2009 Jordan Castillo Price
    Ten years ago, the Human Hemovore Virus blazed through the world, and left the few victims who survived unable to eat, allergic to sunlight and craving the taste of blood.
Mark Hansen used to think V-positives were incredibly sexy with their pale, flawless skin and taut, lean bodies. Not anymore. Not since he’s been stuck procuring under-the-counter feline blood for his control-freak boss, Jonathan Varga. Why cat blood? Mark has never dared to ask.
It’s not as if he’s usually at a loss for words. He can dish an insult and follow it with a snap as quick as you can say “Miss Thang”. But one look at Jonathan’s black-as-sin gypsy eyes, and Mark’s objections drain away.
So he endures their strange, endless routine: Jonathan hiding in his studio, painting solid black canvases. Mark hurling insults as he buffs the office to a shine with antiviral wipes and maps out the mysterious “routes” he’s required to drive.
Then a blurb in Art in America unleashes a chain of events neither of them saw coming. As secrets of Jonathan’s past come to light, it becomes clear all his precautions weren’t nearly enough.
Disclaimer: Be sure to schedule adequate breaks for food and sleep while reading this novel. The author will not be held liable for any missed workdays, low blood sugar headrushes, or unfortunate bathroom accidents that may result from reading “just one more chapter”.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Hemovore:
“Phil told me about a bar that opened on the river. They serve flavored water in martini